Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 493 words
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When there is nothing living but thee, Thou shalt be welcome. I had rather be a Beggar's Dog, Then Apemantus. Thou art the Cap Of all the Fools alive. Would thou wert clean enough To spit upon. A plague on thee, Thou art too bad to curse. All Villains That do stand by thee, are pure. There is no Leprosy, But what thou speakest. If I name thee, I'll beat thee; But I should infect my hands. I would my tongue Can rot them off. Away thou issue of a mangy dog, Choler does kill me, That thou art alive, I swoon to see thee. Would thou wouldst burst. Away thou tedious Rogue, I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee. Beast. Slave. Toad. Rogue, Rogue, Rogue. I am sick of this false world, and will love nought But even the mere necessities upon't: Then Timon presently prepare thy grave: Lie where the light Foam of the Sea may beat Thy grave stone daily, make thine Epitaph, That death in me, at others lives may laugh. O thou sweet King-killer, and dear divorce Twixt natural Sun and fire: thou bright defilet of Hymen's purest bed, thou valiant Mars, Thou ever, young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated Snow That lies on Diane's lap. Thou visible God, That souldrest close Impossibilities, And makest them kiss; that speakest with every Tongue To every purpose: O thou touch of hearts, Think thy slave-man rebels, and by thy virtue Set them into confounding odds, that Beasts May have the world in Empire. Would 'twere so, But not till I am dead. I'll say th' hast Gold: Thou wilt be thronged too shortly. Thronged too? I. Thy back I prithee. Live, and love thy misery. Long live so, and so dye. I am quit. more things like men, Eat Timon, and abhor then. Where should he have this Gold? It is some poor Fragment, some slender Ort of his remainder: the mere want of Gold, and the falling from of his Friends, drove him into this Melancholy. It is noised He hath a mass of Treasure. Let us make the assay upon him, if he care not for't, he will supply us easily: if he covetously reserve it, how shall's get it? True: for he bears it not about him: 'Tis hid. Is not this he? Where? 'Tis his description. He? I know him. Save thee Timon. Now thieves. Soldiers, not thieves. Both too, and women's Sons. We are not thieves, but men That much do want. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat: Why should you want? Behold, the Earth hath Rootes: Within this Mile break forth a hundred Springs: The Oaks bear Mast, the Briars Scarlet Heps, The bounteous Huswife Nature, on each bush, Lays her full Mess before you. Want? why Want? We cannot live on Grass, on Berries, Water, As Beasts, and Birds, and Fishes.
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When there is nothing liuing but thee, Thou ſhalt be welcome. I had rather be a Beggers Dogge, Then Apemantus. Thou art the Cap Of all the Fooles aliue. Would thou wert cleane enough To ſpit vpon. A plague on thee, Thou art too bad to curſe. All Villaines That do ſtand by thee, are pure. There is no Leproſie, But what thou ſpeak'ſt. If I name thee, Ile beate thee; But I ſhould infect my hands. I would my tongue Could rot them off. Away thou iſſue of a mangie dogge, Choller does kill me, That thou art aliue, I ſwoond to ſee thee. Would thou would'ſt burſt. Away thou tedious Rogue, I am ſorry I ſhall loſe a ſtone by thee. Beaſt. Slaue. Toad. Rogue, Rogue, Rogue. I am ſicke of this falſe world, and will loue nought But euen the meere neceſſities vpon't: Then Timon preſently prepare thy graue: Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate Thy graue ſtone dayly, make thine Epitaph, That death in me, at others liues may laugh. O thou ſweete King-killer, and deare diuorce Twixt naturall Sunne and fire: thou bright defilet of Himens pureſt bed, thou valiant Mars, Thou euer, yong, freſh, loued, and delicate wooer, Whoſe bluſh doth thawe the conſecrated Snow That lyes on Dians lap. Thou viſible God, That ſouldreſt cloſe Impoſſibilities, And mak'ſt them kiſſe; that ſpeak'ſt with euerie Tongue To euerie purpoſe: O thou touch of hearts, Thinke thy ſlaue-man rebels, and by thy vertue Set them into confounding oddes, that Beaſts May haue the world in Empire. Would 'twere ſo, But not till I am dead. Ile ſay th' haſt Gold: Thou wilt be throng'd too ſhortly. Throng'd too? I. Thy backe I prythee. Liue, and loue thy miſery. Long liue ſo, and ſo dye. I am quit. Mo things like men, Eate Timon, and abhorre then. Where ſhould he haue this Gold? It is ſome poore Fragment, ſome ſlender Ort of his remainder: the meere want of Gold, and the falling from of his Friendes, droue him into this Melancholly. It is nois'd He hath a maſſe of Treaſure. Let vs make the aſſay vpon him, if he care not for't, he will ſupply vs eaſily: if he couetouſly reſerue it, how ſhall's get it? True: for he beares it not about him: 'Tis hid. Is not this hee? Where? 'Tis his deſcription. He? I know him. Saue thee Timon. Now Theeues. Soldiers, not Theeues. Both too, and womens Sonnes. We are not Theeues, but men That much do want. Your greateſt want is, you want much of meat: Why ſhould you want? Behold, the Earth hath Rootes: Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs: The Oakes beare Maſt, the Briars Scarlet Heps, The bounteous Huſwife Nature, on each buſh, Layes her full Meſſe before you. Want? why Want? We cannot liue on Graſſe, on Berries, Water, As Beaſts, and Birds, and Fiſhes.